My depression is greater than ever.
These sad lonely wrist I will sever.
I'm turning into someone I don't want to be.
everyone complains but no one is helping me.
I'm to gone and locked deep into myself.
Often wondering about this mental health.
I am not stable I am lost and sad.
I'm at the point, I have given all I had.
So if your not going to be here for me.
Than there's no time to wait and see.
Because I'm dying and I have no time left.
Before I finally lay to rest.
I often wondered if you cared.
Because those feelings were not shared.
It's not only you that I have died.
It's not only you that made me cry.
It was life it self, that's for sure.
Now everything is sad and hateful blur.
I'm sorry that I left you all and died.
This grieving process drove me to suicide.

Something preys on the souls of the ******.
It marches fourth this sickness at hand.
When your born its to late your gonna die.
As they throw flowers on your grave to cry.
Its hateful world we try to love.
But it all ends once push comes to shove.
We all had wishes, sometimes they came true.
But it's the devils work painted in a blue.
I know you don't belive what I say.
So go ahead pray for a better day.
It will only come for some.
The ones that killed themselves young.

I hear myself cry in mental pain.
The struggle with life and death only gains.
And inside my flooding head it still rains.
Release me from this rusting clasping chains.
There must be some kind of promising change.
I'm so numb and stupid I don't know my name.
My head is changing, it never stays the same.
Here I am in control of the wrecking train.
Who's to blame, who's to blame?
I swallowed it, I swallowed it all today.
It was the toughest to ever come my way.
feeling memories sadly fade away.
It was so hard living day by day.
I lived forever and watched all decay.
And it comes the last days of May.
Speechless with just one last thing to say.
Maybe your world wasn't made for me to hide.
Once again I have committed myself to suicide.

To whom this may concern.
Empty shadows never burn.
Complex life leading to suicide.
The pale horse we will ride.
Trapped in life never in death.
Blood flows silently as the body lays at rest.
Haunt me, haunt me if you can.
If you can find this soul plundered in the sands.
Rest now no need to cry.
In the end we all die.
Slit wrists shaking welcoming hands.
Strolling with a smile to the funeral bands.
I don't mean to depress you dear.
You will be most happy when your here.
Its like sweet honey and rosemary tea.
When your in your in says the bee.
The sting is the final shock.
Resting dry bones on the ancient rock.
Forbidden too see.
That was once me.
Death has its price to all who love you.
But personally its the best thing to do.
Weep now get it all out.
Quiet whispers wanting to shout.
Let the fear and anger fall fast away.
Living on hurts day by day.
Take my pale cold hand warm me with your touch.
Crippling alone, together we can crutch.
So many years away and I never loved you so much.

I stare into the emptiness of the lost sky
Confused, mentally damanged, still I cry
Life is torn like feathers from a bird
And all of the worlds whispers were heard
Im not so much blinded by the light as I die
It's more of the burning that I tried
But in the end I ultimately failed
And so I stare as the stars began to sail
The sky is thicker now, a little bit alive
But I know that it was to late for good-byes
The words drill in my head forcing me to see
All the sinful things that dwelled inside me
I lost all feeling and I am collapsing inside
And once your walls collapse you cannot hide
The sky is complete stars, planets, and light
I knew at that very moment I wouldent live through the night
Now the whispers and secrets are gone too
Only to wake with the devil and you

I feel alone in a world with so many friends.
Falling fast behind on all the new trends.
Like a worn out work horse. being laid to rest.
My heart was icy cold. behind this warmed chest.
I often wonder how I survived so long.
Pretending to be happy when all was wrong.
I was supposed to die three long years ago.
But I need final closure and wanted you to know.
I was never sad or mad because of you.
You turned things red when they were a saddened blue.
I disappeared like shadow in the night.
I fought through the hate one more time to the light
I wanted you to know just how much you meant.
Even when things unraveled and my mind was bent.
To you who made me feel at ease.
But now I must say goodbye to ride of this disease.
Its not your fault you were always there for me.
Take these words as a gift my final poetry.
Live long, happy and well Don't let them get in the way
On the other side we will meet again some gloomy day

Suicide is the worlds horror.
We cut open our wrists more and more.
The bullet lodged in his head.
Left him twitching but not dead.
Will he try again?
Or will he be saved by a friend?
That's kinda of hard when you have none.
As another bullet is placed into the gun.
Depressed and paralyzed from the waist down.
His eyes are closed not even looking around.
Swallow his pride like if had any at all.
Soon emotions will be painted on the wall.
suicide is the worlds horror.
We delay our lies more and more.
Pills, guns, love, depression it's all here.
No longer is suicide something we fear.
Because when pain gets so great.
We will do anything for the great escape.
Suicide is the worlds horror.
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